Transmigrated as the Scumbag Alpha of a Cold Movie Queen - Chapter 33.2

Lu Hui had ranked last in livestream heat and comment count. Kou Huaiping had completed the fewest tasks. Yan Xuan, who’d been too obsessed with listening to Gu Qing sing in the morning and lost money in an afternoon PK match, had the fewest coins.

“Can we not stay to watch the punishments?” Qi Siyu raised her hand. “Gu Qing’s tired and needs rest.”

Gu Qing glanced at her. She wasn’t actually tired, but she couldn’t really contradict Qi Siyu in public.

“Of course,” said the host kindly. “Any guest not involved in the punishment may leave and rest. It’s been a long day. But it is a lot of fun—might be worth sticking around~”

“Then we’ll be heading out,” Qi Siyu said, pushing Gu Qing back to their room.

Whether Gu Qing was tired or not, she certainly was.

As soon as they entered the room, Qi Siyu collapsed onto the couch. “I need a massage.”

Gu Qing glanced at her, pulled out her phone, and—without blinking—booked a full-body massage for 200 Leisure Coins.

Soon, the staff arrived with the massage therapist and knocked on the door.

“Who could it be at this hour?” Qi Siyu dragged herself off the sofa and went to open the door.

Gu Qing had been about to do it herself but stopped. She looked down at the wheelchair beneath her. Qi Siyu had pushed her everywhere… but wasn’t this the top-tier model with remote control?

“Hello, your massage is here,” said the staff.

Qi Siyu was stunned. “Massage?”

“Come on in,” Gu Qing said. “Go get ready.”

Qi Siyu gaped. “Me?”

Gu Qing blinked. “Didn’t you say you needed a massage?”

“Oh my god,” Qi Siyu was touched. “You’re way too good to me. Let’s go! Focus on my legs, please.”

The staff handed her a change of clothes. “Ms. Qi, please change into the massage attire.”

As she changed in her room, she overheard the staff asking Gu Qing if she’d like a shoulder massage too. Their therapist was highly skilled.

Gu Qing shook her head. “No need.”

Qi Siyu let out a quiet sigh of relief. Gu Qing was still healing—couldn’t let a therapist find out about her injuries.

“Alright, let’s do this,” Qi Siyu said excitedly. She still couldn’t believe Gu Qing had called a massage for her over one offhand comment.

Unbelievable.

A minute later, Qi Siyu’s howls were loud enough to pierce the ceiling.

“AAAH—gentler, gentler—OW—!”

“It won’t work if I go easy! Just hang in there, Ms. Qi!” The therapist gritted his teeth and poured in all his strength, just as the production team instructed.

At the same time, Bai Ming’an was also screaming—her punishment was a powerful reflexology foot massage.

The livestream chat was in hysterics.

【Poor girl, paid 200 coins for what turned out to be a punishment! Meanwhile, Bai Ming’an’s suffering for free!】

【Honestly though, that kind of “pleasure” isn’t something most people can handle】

【LMAO Qi Siyu’s got serious lung power—howling nonstop】

【Qi Siyu: I refuse to believe this is real. Let it be a dream, please】

Gu Qing closed her eyes. She had only acted out of kindness—she never expected it to end up like this.

Still, a massage should be a good thing… right?

As Qi Siyu howled like a ghost, the crew brought over two rewards for topping the leaderboard:

one was a “Leisure Coin Blind Box,” and the other a “Skill Card Blind Box.”

“They’re all cards, just with different effects written on them. Ms. Gu, you can draw one,” the crew member said.

Gu Qing had decent luck. The Leisure Coin box only had 66 coins, but the Skill Card allowed her to steal half of any guest’s Leisure Coins.

She decided to save it and use it before tomorrow night’s tally. Still, Gu Qing thought—this must be Qi Siyu’s doing again, manipulating things behind the scenes.

At 11:30 p.m., the suite was quiet and pitch black. Qi Siyu, finally recovered and done applying recovery serum, dragged herself off the bed and snuck into Gu Qing’s room.

As soon as she walked in, a rich scent of red wine and chocolate hit her. She instinctively took a deep breath, and her whole body went numb—her fangs itched.

Wait—what happened to Gu Qing?

Qi Siyu immediately strode over and knelt on the edge of the bed. When she reached out to help Gu Qing up, her arm felt burning hot.

She quickly ran through everything that happened during the day but couldn’t find anything unusual. Why is this happening?

“You’re late,” Gu Qing opened her eyes and said calmly.

“Sorry. Let’s just mark you first,” Qi Siyu replied.

Gu Qing hummed softly in response.

Holding her burning body, Qi Siyu brushed aside the hair on Gu Qing’s shoulder and bit down without hesitation.

This time, she didn’t hold back her pheromones. She opened the floodgates, releasing the lemon-candy scent she had bottled up for so long. It surged into Gu Qing’s body in an instant.

Like a parched plant suddenly doused in a downpour, a wave of satisfaction rose in Gu Qing’s chest.

Their pheromones intertwined inside her—entwining, mingling, fusing. Her body trembled slightly, then tensed up as she held back any sound from escaping.

Once the gate was open, it was no longer something Qi Siyu could control. All the pheromones she had stored up flooded into Gu Qing.

Now the red wine and chocolate scent carried a lemony sweetness, and Gu Qing’s body was drenched in Qi Siyu’s mark.

Even after the marking was done, Qi Siyu didn’t let go until Gu Qing’s body temperature slowly returned to normal. Only then did she ask, “Feeling better?”

“Mm.” Gu Qing’s voice was hoarse and dry, tinged with a cool aloofness.

“What happened today?” Qi Siyu was genuinely puzzled.

“You came late,” Gu Qing repeated in that same flat tone—completely calm, like always.

But Qi Siyu couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off. Gu Qing seemed to be hiding something.

“Sorry… that massage almost killed me. I only just recovered,” Qi Siyu apologized sincerely.

“It’s fine,” Gu Qing replied.

She hadn’t expected that just catching a whiff of Qi Siyu’s bl00d-borne pheromones would stir such an overwhelming desire—so strong it tipped her into a minor loss of control.

That night, Qi Siyu didn’t leave. She was worried—Gu Qing losing control of her pheromones like that was just too strange.

Besides, the recovery serum treatment was almost complete—just a few more sessions. This might be one of the last chances she had to hold Gu Qing like this.

Wrapped in Qi Siyu’s pheromones, Gu Qing felt a rare sense of comfort. Since Qi Siyu stayed, she didn’t say anything.

The downside, though, was that Qi Siyu had to wake up early and sneak back to her own room.

Even with her alarm going off, she could still smell the pheromones in the air—strong and lingering. Qi Siyu was baffled.

How could the scent still be this intense after all this time?

She leaned closer to Gu Qing—no, Gu Qing wasn’t emitting anything new.

This ABO world’s pheromones are seriously something else. That scent retention is next-level.

None of her previous markings had lasted like this.

[System, system—would anyone believe me if I said this was perfume?] she asked.

[Pheromone identification is an instinct for Alphas and Omegas,] the system replied truthfully.

Qi Siyu sucked in a breath and pulled out her phone to search:

“Why do pheromone scents linger for so long?”

“Can you wash Omega pheromones off in the shower?”

After some searching, she found the answer:

First, the Alpha must be of a high rank, with strong-quality pheromones.

Second, the Alpha must have had an overwhelming desire for ownership during the marking, releasing a high concentration and quantity of pheromones that the Omega couldn’t fully absorb.

Both conditions met? That’s when this kind of lingering scent occurs.

In short: it was all the Alpha’s fault.

Qi Siyu: …

The fix? Pretty simple: let the Omega fully absorb the remaining pheromones, then shower with a pheromone neutralizing agent mixed into the body wash, and change into clean clothes.

One helpful commenter even added a note:

“If you’re having a secret relationship, don’t act so jealous and overdo it like a walking lemon. Alphas need to learn self-restraint.

After all, Alphas love to leave their scent as a claim on their Omega—but that’s exactly what’ll get you exposed.”

Qi Siyu tipped the poster with a cold expression. She had no inappropriate intentions toward Gu Qing!

None at all!

Didn’t even dare to!

She took a deep breath and texted Gao Zhonghai to bring her a pheromone neutralizer.

No response. Gao was probably still asleep.

After five impatient minutes, Qi Siyu gave up and called.

“Ms. Qi, it’s not even six. I hope whatever this is… is worth my imminent hair loss,” Gao’s voice came through, deadpan.

“Ahem,” Qi Siyu suddenly remembered the time. “I need a pheromone neutralizer.”

There was a pause. Then Gao said, “You’re on a show. It’s only three days. Can’t you hold back a little?”

Especially with Gu Qing being in such a fragile state—what was Qi Siyu thinking, doing this to her?

If she needed that much neutralizer, Gao figured they must’ve done it more than once.

She didn’t say it out loud—it wasn’t like Gu Qing had anything to do with her. She just cared about the show.

“You’re overthinking it!” Qi Siyu snapped, voice sharp but low. How could she misunderstand her like that?!

“Just send it. And send a lot. Thanks.” Qi Siyu hung up quickly.

She patted her flushed face and took deep breaths to calm herself.

Four more doses of the recovery serum to go—which meant four more temporary markings.

She had to be more careful from now on.

Once the pheromone neutralizer arrived, Qi Siyu immediately woke Gu Qing.

The sooner this was over, the sooner they could rest.

Gu Qing woke to the scent on herself and saw the neutralizer in Qi Siyu’s hand. She didn’t need any explanation. She took it and headed into the bathroom.

As the water rushed behind the door, Qi Siyu’s face turned red. She bolted from the room in a fluster.

Warm water ran over her body, and Gu Qing’s mind cleared further.

She regretted not using the wheelchair yesterday. And now she regretted indulging herself last night.

Control. Restraint. Calm…

Her emotions once again settled into a deep, still pool. The gray smoke of her irises grew cold and misty once more.

Outside, Qi Siyu sat on the couch, waiting. When Gu Qing finished and stepped out, she offered, “I’ll wash your clothes too.”

“No need,” Gu Qing replied coolly.

Qi Siyu paused at the look in her eyes, then silently exited and closed the door behind her.

Back in her room, she couldn’t sleep—obsessing over whether Gu Qing was angry, and how to fix things.

Waking someone up for a pheromone-neutralizing shower was pretty annoying, after all.

That morning, the show didn’t require them to gather early. Qi Siyu ordered breakfast for 8:30 and knocked on Gu Qing’s door.

Gu Qing was already up, chatting with fans on her phone.

Qi Siyu swallowed all the carefully rehearsed words she’d prepared. She quietly set the tray on Gu Qing’s nightstand.

“Come eat.”

“Mm, thank you,” Gu Qing nodded.

Qi Siyu hesitated but said nothing and left to eat her own breakfast outside.

Even afterward, she still couldn’t find a chance to speak.

Sigh. Guess she’d have to wait until tonight.

Gu Qing noticed a few live-stream comments saying that Qi Siyu seemed a bit off—maybe sick or maybe they’d had a fight.

She ignored them. Those kinds of comments were few and far between anyway.

Still, it served as a reminder—Qi Siyu was being way too transparent with her emotions.

And during live broadcasts, fans often came equipped with a magnifying glass.

She needed to remind Qi Siyu to rein it in a little.

Gu Qing never even considered the possibility that Qi Siyu wouldn’t cooperate—she had no idea where that confidence came from.

Today’s task was simple: invite fifty strangers at the mall to sample a new flavor of Moo Easy yogurt, sponsored by the show. If a passerby refused, Gu Qing would have to drink it herself.

The mission would be considered complete once fifty people had tried the yogurt and given a positive review.

As always, Qi Siyu had arranged for backup “extras” to step in if they couldn’t find enough real passersby. If the crowd was sufficient, they wouldn’t have to resort to paid help.

This wasn’t like singing on the street, which required effort from the audience. Qi Siyu hadn’t even considered using money for that. But with yogurt, it was different.

“Good morning, Miss Gu, Miss Qi! Heading out already? What a coincidence!” Sun Yingying, who had been lurking in the living room, lit up the moment she saw them and eagerly came over to greet them.

Gu Qing gave a slight nod in acknowledgment.

Sun Yingying wasn’t fazed by her indifference. “Where’s your mission today?”

“Jinlu Building,” Gu Qing replied.

“Oh, what a coincidence! I’ve taken several missions over there too. Let’s go together!” Sun Yingying was beaming. In truth, she had deliberately taken one mission at every possible location, so no matter where Gu Qing was headed, she could act like it was fate.

Gu Qing nodded. Having one more person tagging along might not be such a bad thing.

Qi Siyu frowned slightly at Gu Qing’s response but didn’t argue. She just didn’t understand.

Just like she didn’t know when Gu Qing had started paying attention to Lu Hui, she couldn’t understand why Gu Qing agreed to bring Sun Yingying along.

The entire way there, Sun Yingying was constantly looking for opportunities to flatter Gu Qing and shower Qi Siyu with compliments.

Her real target was Qi Siyu. No matter how skilled Gu Qing was, she was just an actress. Sucking up to Qi Siyu—the president of an entertainment company—made far more sense.

Besides… Sun Yingying sneaked a glance at Qi Siyu. Her stunning looks alone would be enough, but her identity and that elite-level pheromone? Absolutely irresistible.

Even though she’d applied an inhibitor in time yesterday, the sweet and tangy scent of lemon still lingered in her mind.

She’d even bought candied lemon slices to try and recreate it—but none of them were that flavor.

She had tossed and turned all night fantasizing about how incredible it would be to become “Mrs. Qi.”

And today, she was ready to make her move.

Amid Sun Yingying’s nonstop chatter, the three of them arrived at Jinlu Building.

Right at the entrance, they were greeted by a towering yogurt display wall, complete with banners and standing posters. Everything was already in place.